Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

descended the stairs,

with a hint of fear in

gently, “I am

relaxed, closing

the little boy into the child seat in his car, then turned to his

car, murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom and Dad for

“You’re afraid now?”

He made his way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to

he gently

the car slowly pulled

to disturb Crystal for she had her own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake. She slipped on

saw Henry holding Berthold, with Melora trailing

for a

a hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight. You go and talk with

Crystal nodded.

the staircase again, she opened

gingerly tucking the

or the day had been too long, for the

eyes cracking open into slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold

fair as porcelain and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were

felt his heart soften at

caressed Skyler’s head and patted Berthold. “This child takes after his

wore her guilt on

in a tender voice. “You must have figured out who

out more vulgar than he

said softly, “Don’t let the

fierce

now wore an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited the room. “I had nothing

tense look

her hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll head to

agreed

when faced with the situations at home,

to do? After all, I am Melora’s brother, and Crystal is her

led Melora to the guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me

Crystal was about to step

wave of emotion washed

have come back sooner. Your brother is really

in

“I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You

Melora nodded.

prepare the snack. By the time everything

own cotton pajamas, the kind

Crystal noticed.

and beckoned with a tremble in her voice,

and began

before, she was silent, no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine on

simply kept her

with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me

she dwell

she had single-handedly raised their child, living a tough life worrying about sustenance like milk

good times together. However, they were swept

in the newspaper. He was still the dignified and spirited. Alfred

she, Melora Miller, had lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage

voice, Crystal said, “Your brother will, after all, need to vent his anger.

poor girl

settling Melora in, Crystal went to see Henry

open the heavy door of the study. The room was dim, save for

the desk, smoking. The ashtray before him was filled

walked to

too much! Aren’t you

her in

voluntarily approached him, sat

out the cigarette and leaned

in a hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get

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